~ mug mystenou's. the thin: m‘mkmmhm 62111th of mirage and of phanmm’oria when one sees; at night; things which do not exist, xï¬Ã©rc one hears strange noises, , where one mugs eu‘uw : vesslv. as though emssina a mvcvard And it ts: -v‘ .â€" indeed the most simmer 0K glasbgatua' ,4 5...“ _-yard where there are nohrrrtmnbstqnes‘. n , .Fx HIGH LAND PARK {NEWS "LETTERE HAD rented. last summer. a A UT little country house on the banks G D of the Seine a few wile: from . ‘ ' Paris, and I used to so down there every night to sleep. In 1 few days I made the “I the acquaintance of one of my neighbors. a mm between old lady thirty and forty, who was certainly thmst curios, Bernet ‘ the that I had ever met. He was an old rowing “15 9.“? man. crazy about rowing, always near the water, ma in always on the water, always in the water. He ' ‘0‘"- ‘ must have been born in a but, and he would eer~ MS 9““ Wnb’ die mp boat at last. . , . - x ' ‘ One 4".l'._'_ One night; while we were walking together along the Seine, I asked him to tell me some stories about. his ï¬fe'upon the rivcr: and it that the 3096 nun sdddcnly b came animated, transï¬xured, eloquent, gym» pectin†In his hum there was one mt Man. dump-it; and nrruuuthc nun," ~ “ To 1h; ï¬sherman the hand seems ï¬mittd, but of dark nights, when there is no moon, the riversecms limitless. Saiiors have ho stick feeling for the sea, Hard she often is and wicked; the great Sena knit she cries, she shows, she deals with you fairly. while the river is sileï¬t'and treacherous. It'nevet men mutxcra, it flows ever n‘mselessly. and this eternal flowing movement of water terdï¬es me far more than the high seas of ocean. .. ' “Dre1mers pretend that the Sea hides in her breast great blue regions where drowned men roll to- and fro among the huge ï¬sh, in the midst of strangcyforests and in crystal grottos The river has only black depths, where one rots in the slime. For all that it" is beautiful when it glitters in the rising sun or swashes softly along between its banks where the reeds murmur ". , ‘ “ The poet says of the ocean: - ' 1'- ~ 4 “‘Oh seas. you know s'ad stories! Deep Seas. feared by kneeling mothers, you tell the stories to one another at flood tides! And that is why you have such despairing voices when at night you come towards us nearer and neuter] . “71%“, I think that the stories mono-by the {lender reeds with their little soft voices must be yet more sinister than the gioomy‘ dramas told by . the howling of the high seas; “ But since you ask for some of my recollections. . I will tell you a curious adventure which I hat‘here about ten years ago. ~ started: it was 1 resolved to smo But though 1,3 of pipes I' coul second put? I sit to hum a nine; to meâ€! so 1.51! ._ ’ the boat an}! to ‘(3 I remained qui of the boot he: that it warm bank of the 's‘tl ' that some Bein sing it down md 51191131125 again. I was 1 of a storm; I sudden start i . everything .'was “I saw that decided to,‘ so Volume 17. HIGHLAND PARK, ILLINOIS, DECEMBER 17, 1904. G U?†DE MA UPASS/INT THE .RI-VE»R “I then lned. as I still do, in the house of the old lady Lafon. andgme of my best chmns, Louis Bemet, who has now given up for the Civil Service his cars, his low shoes, and his sleeveless jersey, lixea ml the village of Câ€"â€"â€", two leagues farther down. We dined together every dayâ€"sometimes 11‘ his phce, sometimes at mine. » “ One evening ah I was returning home alone and rather tired wearily pulling my heavy boat, a tw‘elxe~i_00ter, which I always used at night, I stopped a few seconds to take breath my the point where so many reeds stow, down that way, about -two hundred metres befere 90“ come to the rail- 1 mad, bruin- _1 m mm. “Thé boat, flith floated down again with the current, nailed the chin out to its full Ie'ngth, then stopped; and I sated myself in the stern on a sheepskin, as com£6213ble as possible. One heard was aware of a low, almost insensihte lapping of the water along the bank, and I made out some gi'ow‘s of ;eeds thch, l'talieï¬ithan Ithe'ix; fellows, toqk on surprising shapes,_ an§"‘seem¢d from time to. time to shit. , , ‘ » * "The .river "wag perf .lyJ still,’ but I felt-myself ' moved ‘by .' the ex" " rdihary‘. silence which Sixt- rouï¬dedv me. i All the animalsoéth‘e fr’ogs‘ 5.1M toads, these. nocmr'hal singers of the-marshewï¬wre silent. Suddenly on- my right, near me. a frog eroaked; I stated; it has silent; I heard nothing more. and I resolved to smeke a little by .way of a distraction. But thbugh Lama. 50‘ to speak, a regular blackener’ of pipes, ‘13 could not smoke that night:, flier Ithe' secohdyuï¬ I sickened of it. and I stepped. 1353311 to hum'a tune; m; s’oundof my voice was painful to me l 501. stretched myself_out in the libttom of ‘the boat at!!! Cohtempluted‘ the sky. For some time I {chained- quiet, but soon the slight movementé A: a... bout began to snake me uneasy. I thought the host an)! Contemplated‘ the sky. For some time It remained. quiet, but soon the slight movementé of the bout began to make me uneasy. I thought that it wa'fyawing tremendously, striking now this bank of tï¬c‘Stream, atld now that; then I thought that: {on}: Being or some inivistble force was. drag- _ ging it down gentli to the bottom of the 'water, and Athheï¬ljtfgsJiRing’ it up gammy to m it fa“ ' again. 1 was "tï¬s'séddmï¬twa's thc'iuxh' iii the midst of a storm; I heard noises all arqtmd ‘me; yitb a h v». I‘ll-Ila __________ “I saw that my mrires mire unsettled. and, I decided so" go. I pulled in the chin; the bolt MTG n0 O‘SCS Ill amuuu “It, YILII u I sat up’right; the water spatklcd, Vtï¬rew it T mov‘d; then I was conscious of resis {N nncc: I pulledhander; the anchor did not. come up, it had caught m something at the bot-tom and I could not lift it. I pulled againâ€"in vain. With my oars I got the boat round tip-stream in order to change the position of the anchor. It was no useâ€"the anchor still held. I grew angry, and in a ra'ge 'l shook the chain. Nothing moved. There was no hope of breaking the chain. or of getting it loose from my craft. because it was very heavy. md riveted at the bow into a bar of wood thicker than my arm: but- since the weather. continued ï¬ne, 1 reflected that I should not have to wait long Info“ meeting some ï¬sherman. .who would come to my re‘seue: My ‘mirhtip ha‘d calmed me; I sat down. ‘06 Iï¬â€™now gmmmmï¬ Ihdtm 0"- .L a.‘ rm. †' .sidg. EI' gfrom head to , some bit ofw ' it was cnough, a by a strange whims agii and I stiffened myself in f‘ But, “littlé'hy mm; the river ‘had covered item?†with .34 very thiEk'Whiï¬ mist, which crept ld’iï¬zï¬t" an miter, 56 that, visténain‘g' up, I couid‘ no Mbï¬r" see either the stream or iii)! feet or my hohii’ht'fel 1‘ gum: only the moi; the reeds, and ï¬hén, :héyafhi them, the 91mm} pawn {he modnlight,’ and’wi‘th . great buck stains: which‘l‘ote bwards fheajv'en‘, a'nï¬ which Were; maï¬a/by; dumps â€(if “Italian poplars.» I was-as though wtagped Ito flint" waisti'in a cottbn" sheet of a strange whitmesa. and there began 10‘ come to me weird ‘irm‘aginaï¬ons. I imagined that" some one Was. trying to dimb into my'boat.‘,$tnq6' I mum no longer see it, and that thc ri‘ver', hidden by. yhis opaque mist! must be fun .of â€strange crea- tures gwimming about me. I experienced a horriï¬c uneasiness, 1 had 31 tightening at the temples. my heart'be'at to suffocation 1,,gand‘ losing' my head, I, thought of escaping by swimming; then in an instant the very idenmadehme shiver with fright. 1! saw myself lost, drifting hither and thither in this: impenetrable misg struggling among the long, grass and the r eds which I should no; be able to avoid. with a rut! m""‘“ ihroat from featgrmtisee‘ing ghe , shore. mg ï¬ndin my boat. And .it" seemed to me “munch I ,felt myselfheing drawn by the feet down 10 the bottojn of this‘hiack inlet" " " “In fact, since I should have .had‘ to swim up stream in least ï¬ve hundred metteshefore ï¬nding a point deaf of rush and reeds. where I could get a fonting. there were nine chance{ ‘0 one Chet. iï¬ â€œLi Number 3. fluid ’thé again. tc‘ eï¬ortfl ~‘Th’e hut